The World Cannot Do Without Great Men,

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

I Never Believed In Trying To Do Anything. Whatever I Set Out To Do I Found I Had Already Accomplished.

Prudent And Active Men, Who Know Their Strength And Use It With Limit And Circumspection, Alone Go Far In The Affairs Of The World.

Please Send Me Your Last Pair Of Shoes, Worn Out With Dancing As You Mentioned In Your Letter, So That I Might Have Something To Press Against My Heart.